I grew up, saw tadpoles turn to frogs
And grubs turn into butterflies
at first, stained by mud, then i built lego trucks
the world at peace, me against the garage door
I beat the first ten of the world ranking list
smash after smash, made me clench my fist
But that was all long before, I learnt to talk myself into
To be called to account for what I was wrongfully accused
And now I know oh so well what bad breeding can do
It can make you feel the bad conscience blues
Even if you’re from the same stable, of course, you are enabled
to crawl out of the pot you were just thrown in again
to be pulpified and de-individualized
shake off what remains glued to your mind
I’ve been incessantly striving to
overcome that need
that superfluous need for excuse
And I know oh so well what bad breeding can do - It can make you feel the bad conscience blues
So, I think of the bloom of my childhood days
when I faced this old stubborn garage door
nearly invincible, but nonetheless,
I tricked my opponent into hitting out of bounds
But that was all long before, I learnt to talk myself into
To be called to account for what I was wrongfully accused
And now I know so well what bad breeding can do
It can make you feel the bad conscience blues